He starts venting about the Rooster, and I think I mishear Akara. My feet drop to floor, blown forward. Glaring at my phone. “He what?” “He jerked away after touching the hair on her leg.” I hold the phone to my mouth. “Fuuuuck this knuckle-fuckbag.” My blood is boiling. Akara laughs. “Shit. I needed that.” He means the laugh.
